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Elijah glanced at Xander, offering no response. But Xander took his silence as
agreement. Without another word, he grabbed his keys and rushed out, heading straight for Murphy Manor.
After a while, Austin came back. He looked pale, clearly still under the weather. “Eli,” he asked quietly, scanning the room, “you’re the only one here?”
“Yeah.” Elijah nodded coolly.
Austin’s eyes flicked toward Cameron’s empty bed, but he didn’t say anything. He sat down and let out a few soft coughs.
More than half an hour passed, but Cameron still hadn’t returned. Austin muttered, almost to himself, “Why isn’t Cam back yet?”
No one answered him.
Elijah had a stack of practice problems for the SATS in front of him, but he just couldn’t focus. He kept glancing toward the dorm door.
He wondered, ‘Where did Cameron go?‘
After a while, Bradley came back too. He noticed Cameron was missing and asked curiously, “Where’s Cameron?”
“No idea,” Elijah replied.
“I’ll give him a call,” Bradley said.
“I’ve sent him a bunch of messages, but he hasn’t replied,” Elijah added.
Austin said, “Cam’s probably busy and didn’t see them.”
Bradley nodded and sat down at his desk, dialing Cameron’s number.
“Brad.” It took less than a few seconds before Cameron picked up.
Bradley asked gently, “It’s late. Where are you? Things have been a little sketchy in Viremont lately, so it’s best if you don’t wander alone at night.”
Cameron said, “Brad, I’m with some friends. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
“Alright.” Bradley hung up.
Elijah glanced at him, frowning slightly, then drapped his gaze to the paper on his desk, thinking, ‘So Cameron didn’t reply to any of my messages…but picks up Brad’s call right away!’
*****
Successfully unlocked!
Night had fallen. The moon hung high in a cloudless sky, casting a quiet glow across the near–empty streets. It was close to midnight, and not a soul was around.
A lone girl walked under the streetlights, dressed in a crisp white uniform. Her waist
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was impossibly slim, like it could be circled with one hand.
Her legs, peeking out from under her skirt, were long, smooth, and straight.
Her long hair fell perfectly straight, with neat bangs skimming her forehead. From the front, she had that soft, girl–next–door charm–pure and effortlessly pretty.
With every step, her skirt fluttered, drawing attention to her beautiful legs. Even from behind, she was mesmerizing.
She walked slowly, almost idly, as though the silence didn’t bother her. But somewhere in the shadows, a pair of eyes tracked her movements.
Cameron kept her expression sweet and innocent as she walked slowly.
Just as she sensed someone moving toward her, a loud, booming voice shattered the stillness. “Hey, little girl! What are you doing out this late? Why aren’t you home yet?” Behind him, a group of patrolling officers appeared, and there were at least a dozen of
them.
She flashed a sweet, innocent smile. “Officer, I’m not wandering around. I’m about to head home. My place is just up ahead, and it’ll be fine.”.
Her voice was even sweeter than her looks.
“It’s not safe out here at night, especially with everything going on in Viremont lately. We’ll walk you home,” a few of the officers insisted, coming over to her.
Cameron sighed inwardly. She could sense that whoever had been stalking her had backed off again.
Cameron gave them a bright, innocent smile. “Sure, thank you.”
She strolled ahead for a little while, then stopped and pretended to dig out her keys from her bag. “This is my place. Thank you, officers.”
“You’re welcome,” one said with a nod. “Go on inside, and try not to be out so late next
time. It’s not safe.”
Cameron waved. “Okay, I got it.”
She turned around and pretended to unlock the door. Satisfied, the officers nodded and walked off, continuing their patrol.
As soon as they disappeared from view, Cameron slipped over to the edge of a nearby flower bed. She sat down, gently swinging her long legs and began humming softly to herself.
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